I wouldn’t have told you that now if you could understand the rest without.  I’d give the world, Johnny,—­I’d give the world and all those coupon bonds Jedediah invested for me if I could anyway forget it; but I said it, and I can’t.

Well, I’ve seen your mother look ’most all sorts of ways in the course of her life, but I never saw her before, and I never saw her since, look as she looked that minute.  All the blaze went out in her cheeks, as if somebody had thrown cold water on it, and she stood there stock still, so white I thought she would drop.

“Aaron—­” she began, and stopped to catch her breath,—­“Aaron—­” but she couldn’t get any further; she just caught hold of a little shawl she had on with both her hands, as if she thought she could hold herself up by it, and walked right out of the room.  I knew she had gone to bed, for I heard her go up and shut the door.  I stood there a few minutes with my hands in my pockets, whistling Yankee Doodle.  Your mother used to say men were queer folks, Johnny; they always whistled up the gayest when they felt the wust.  Then I went to the closet and got another pipe, and I didn’t go upstairs till it was smoked out.

When I was a young man, Johnny, I used to be that sort of fellow that couldn’t bear to give up beat.  I’d acted like a brute, and I knew it, but I was too spunky to say so.  So I says to myself, “If she won’t make up first, I won’t, and that’s the end on’t.”  Very likely she said the same thing, for your mother was a spirited sort of woman when her temper was up; so there we were, more like enemies sworn against each other than man and wife who had loved each other true for fifteen years,—­a whole winter, and danger, and death perhaps, coming between us, too.

It may seem very queer to you, Johnny,—­it did to me when I was your age, and didn’t know any more than you do,—­how folks can work themselves up into great quarrels out of such little things; but they do, and into worse, if it’s a man who likes his own way, and a woman that knows how to talk.  It’s my opinion, two thirds of all the divorce cases in the law-books just grow up out of things no bigger than that lamp-wick.

But how people that ever loved each other could come to hard words like that, you don’t see?  Well, ha, ha!  Johnny, that amuses me, that really does amuse me, for I never saw a young man nor a young woman either,—­and young men and young women in general are very much like fresh-hatched chickens, to my mind, and know just about as much of the world, Johnny,—­well, I never saw one yet who didn’t say that very thing.  And what’s more, I never saw one who could get it into his head that old folks knew better.